She rented an upscale apartment, owned a nice car, had suits sent to her from fancy boutiques, and got her hair done on a regular basis. Besides that, the woman did . . . nothing. There were no meals out with the girls, no movie nights, no gym membership. She didn’t even get cable TV. “She doesn’t scream evil mastermind,” Mira told Adam, who hovered just behind her, reading over her shoulder. “She calls no attention to herself. Can you find even a single parking ticket?” “No, nothing like that.” “She wants to remain invisible to the authorities. I did exactly the same thing—made sure I looked respectable, kept my head down and my nose clean. People rarely noticed me.” “I have a hard time believing that. You probably had women all over you, even when you were trying to be in stealth mode.” He pointed to a video file she had in the background.
